I don’t know how many conversations I’ve had to endure from people who are obsessed with the dangers of motorcycling. It’s as if it’s their life mission to tell everyone who rides about their grandiose knowledge and wisdom on this matter.
This video explains how I understand the topic and what I think these hand-wringers are really up to.
At the end of my vacation, I was gathering perspective of a free and peaceful life verses everyday life. I spent much of that time on a “old man’s motorcycle”. That motorcycle runs so smooth that if Rolex made a motorcycle, it would be a flat 6 horizontally opposed machine much like this, only more costly. I learned much about life this week.
This all came to an ear shattering end when I made the mistake of going through what I call “everywhere land”. It’s my town’s strip of retail hell. It looks much like every other town’s everywhere land. It’s poorly designed roads with bad lighting. It’s signs with “specials” for things that will kill you good and quick. We all end up here far to often.
The ear shattering sound was a young man with megaphone mufflers. Not like the rumble of cars from my adolescence, this was shrill cry. He was revving this once-great economy automobile to it’s limiter. Nobody was with him. He was poorly dressed and badly groomed. He didn’t look left or right. The smell of weed poured out of this thing. He just revved and released revved and released. There was no reason. Rev and release.
It struck me that what I was hearing was not unlike a child crying. It had the same rhythmic undertone . Just like a child crying, often, it is difficult to know why. If you don’t know that the child is sick, hungry, lonely, or tired, a person is left with nothing but frustration. That’s what I was experiencing.
This behavior is common. I now understand that the motor replaces the scream in a plea for attention. The reasons are as hard just as difficult to discern as the crying child. Is there something wrong or are they just enjoying the attention that this rhythmic wailing generates?
I think I’m approaching an aged mark of understanding. These are adults though. I can ignore and evade by staying out of the that strip of retail hell as much as possible.
Ohio’s “Tail Of The Dragon” is actually better than Tennessee’s in my opinion. Don’t get me wrong, both are incredible. Ohio State Route 536 is closer and has less traffic. The road is just as thrilling. Here is a video of the ride.
And here is the the long version which covers many topics as I ride through the cities of –